She noticed me mincingon the heels, my shiny nylons swishing under my tight pencilskirt and my bust jiggling under my satin blouse as I set thecup on ...er desk."Thank you Deborah dear" she said as she casually went back towork."Yes ma'am" I replied as I returned to my duties.I sat down at my typewriter and was glad that Donna didn't havemy salon nails made that long. This way they were short enoughso I could still type. And I had a lot of correspondence toanswer and a lot of typing to do. So I. Spear him until he was begging for an end. Seth rather doubted Dearg could match his stamina, but he dearly hoped the man would try! "Surprised you need to go to the slave pens for cock. Your men don't give it to you?" Seth sighed. "It's not for want of effort on my part. But they prefer not to touch me and I hate nothing more than a reluctant man in bed." Dearg gave Seth a look up and down. "Well I'll say one thing for you, slut—you've a body and a face that makes men want to wreck you. Why. He would worship me most by kissing my feet and giving me massages before bed. He loved shaving my legs and pussy before my dates and even picked out the clothes I should wear. He was my slave and I was the spoiled little sex-pot hot wife. As our sons were off to summer camp for two weeks I suggested that coming weekend we go back to the club that we were at a month ago. Doug is not into dancing as much as I am, besides it might be fun to flirt and if things go well I’d have another conquest.. The shower just wasn't big enough, and wouldn't have been big enough unless it was about ten feet by ten feet.A lot of hair had my attention for a long while until I realized I was washing Aunt Etta's hair. At least she didn't back up into me to rub on me. She turned when she was finished, gave me a kiss on the lips, and said, "You know, I could have been one of your father's women."That was the wrong thing to say, as I was pointing the way all of a sudden. Jane was still in the shower and came.